User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-26538658-20151124003822/@comment-26538658-20151215022339

Boar, growling and muttering under his breath at his friends' heroism and sacrifice, spoke under his breath.

"I don't have - we don't have time for this! Sheathing his claymore, and taking out his deadly dagger. "We ain't here t' be heroes, we're he're t' fight for our lives and run!!!" he then began cursing as he brough down a fellow weasel with a stab directly in the neck. The weasel fell, and his pretty, newly shined cutlass fell to the ground. It was quicky picked up by Boar, who fought with both weapons, hacking, slashing, stabbing, and gouging at the enemies surrounding him. they seemed to tighetn up around them, and the five were now back to back, truly fighting for their lives. Realizing they stood almost no chance, and that mustelids are pretty good at climbing, though not as good as squirrels, he called for them to take the to trees. He expected Kirby to go first, then Abscon, then Branna, then him, then Whitefur. He would need to keep an eye on Whitefur, as he would have the least experience climbing trees, being from the Land of Ice and Snow after all.